Page 74 of The Toymaker
Trig sighed. “I’ll get one if you do this. I’ll deal with the fur, and you’ll have a fuzzy little pal. A cat is better than a doll.”
Like he dealt with Riju while he tried to turn him into something he just couldn’t be?
“When he grows up into a cat, he’ll probably be so close to you, he’ll sleep in your bed most nights and purr you to sleep,” added Trig. “As long as you give him ear scritches, of course.”
“I don’t really want to get one,” Riju fibbed even though the idea of having a cat was pretty exciting. The charm was lost when it was used as a bartering piece.
Trig paused. “Okay. We should get going.”
***
Kit brightened when Riju stepped into the shop with Trig. “Did you have fun, Masters?”
“We saw kittens at Trig’s friend’s house,” said Riju.
Kit’s mouth dropped as Trig tugged on Riju’s arm. “You got to see kittens, Master?”
“One was all black, and he loved attacking a feather-”
“He’ll tell you about it in a bit,” said Trig. “Watch the counter for a bit more.”
“I want to tell him now,” Riju said as he was led down the hall.
“It can wait. I'm sure he knows what kittens are like.” Trig brought him into his room and was practically on Riju before the door was shut.
Trig’s hand between his legs was enough to distract him along with the tongue in his mouth. Then he remembered he wasn’t good enough.
“You’re better at kissing compared to before. See? Practice makes perfect.” Trig walked him back toward the bed, and his erection pressed against Riju.
His fingers threaded through Riju’s hair to grab and pull with just the right amount of pressure, and his other hand slid up under his coat and shirt to touch his skin. Riju’s cock was thickening from the sensation, and then he also remembered he was like a pet, and not good enough unless he was doing exactly what Trig wanted.
Once Trig pushed him down onto the bed to get on top, Riju couldn’t stand to have him touching anymore.
Elira, he couldn’t do this. He wasn’t sure if he could manage it tomorrow or a week later. He didn’t want to have sex with a man who didn’t even think he was mature enough to live on his own. He wasn’t a trophy or a thing to train, and the thought of fucking Trig in the months ahead made him feel like a sex toy.
Riju turned his face. “Stop.”
Trig paused. “What?”
“I don’t want it.”
Trig got off of him. “You don’t even want me to suck your cock?”
“No. I’m tired.”
Tired of this.
“Okay.” Trig kissed his cheek. “Do you want to sleep or relax?”
“I want to tell Kit about the kittens. Kit, kit, kit, kit, kit.” Riju could imagine Kit’s face while he heard about the tiny kittens and their bitty paws.
Trig huffed. “Please stop. I don’t need to hear Kit repeating it too.”
Riju’s face burned as he got up to adjust his trousers and will down his partial erection. Fuck. How could he avoid sex until he got out? Maybe he should just be honest, and if Trig got mad, oh well. Riju could try to suck it up and deal since freedom would be on the horizon. It’d probably devolve into another fight.
A man who loved him shouldn’t be able to hurt him so much.
He needed Kit.
